Oh! to be restful ‘mid the rush of life,
To dwell in quiet ‘mid the world’s wild strife;
To know the peace that whispers to despair,
“Look up! forget thyself! for I am here.”
Oh! to be strong, with strength eternal given,
To face a world, and grasp a waiting heaven;
To suffer and to bear, to die if need —
Yet never murmur if the heart does bleed.
But calm and confident when shadows chill,
To know the love of God abideth still.
‘Tis hard at times to bear the cross along,
And hard to sing with sorrow in the song.
But to be strong, I must be calm and still—
A child that waits upon his Father’s will.